#imagine just him trying to put his cock into the fleshlight but its really tight so he has to use lube to loosen it up.
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seakicker · 2 years ago
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Found the sexiest concept in an old fic from a diff fandom but my god I have to share this with you:
A hexed fleshlight. Anything out inside will give your own pussy the same sensations, and you don’t know why or who’s doing it. Imagine if childe got a hold of this fleshlight like omg—
It was a gift for him, wrapped up all neatly on his doorstep. It’s gotta be from the fatui, no doubt, but when he opens it, he immediately thinks it’s a prank and that he should throw it away. But damn, it looks like such a nice quality, and his old pocket pussy ought to be retired by now…what’s the harm? He’s careful in inspecting it, but he’s soon satisfied with a lack of any pepper spray inside or some fluid that could hold a disease. Still, he chooses to use a condom the first time, just in case.
When Childe enters the toy for the first time, a moan is almost immediately ripped out of him. Archons, he thought the fleshlight looked a little small for his huge length, but he’s quickly proven otherwise. The fleshlight almost seems to pulse around him, sucking him deeper, squeezing him tightly. Fuck, he could easily get addicted to this.
He holds nothing back as he pounds into the toy, grasping it so tight his knuckles turn white. His moans and grunts fill the air as he fucks and ducks and ducks into the toy, this toy that seems MADE for him, DESTINED for him, so tight and perfect he could almost imagine it being a real cunt. He cums embarrassingly fast, making quick work of getting rid of his used condom so he could inspect the fleshlight one last time. No…it didn’t look like it had any extra mechanics to it…but then he sees it. Softly glowing runes that brighten as he wriggles a finger inside. Ahh…looks like this toy has a spell over it, something that makes it feel just like a real pussy. Childe smirked at this revelation as he put away the toy, making a mental note to find and thank whoever gave it to him. He peacefully passed out later, blissfully unaware of its effect on you….
Imagine being at work, praying the minutes to go faster as you desperately want to clock out and go home already..! Five more minutes left to your shift, but a strange sensation fills your stomach with butterflies…something prodding at your hole, pushing open your folds and shallowly dipping into you, exploring your insides as you let out soft gasps and moans. What the hell? Is this a weird prank? You quickly glance around, stomach dropping when you realized no body was near you, or looking at you…
Your thighs squeeze reflexively as you feel calloused fingers push deeper and deeper inside, prodding at your cervix before massaging your g-spot. It’s difficult to hold back a keen, eyes rolling back in your head from this unprecedented pleasure. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. These phantom fingers were no longer playing with you and…damn! Still a minute left…well, how much trouble can you really get for leaving a little early?
You ready your things, prepared to get out of there and make a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible. Who the hell has ever heard of anything like this before? Strange, phantom pleasures of being fingered? What?
You’re barely out the door when you freeze in your tracks. Something much…larger…was now pushing into your hole. No, no, no! First these fingers, and now, a cock? Your tear filled eyes whip around, searching for a bathroom to lock yourself in. Surely enough, you find yourself squeezed into a stall, hands clamped around your mouth, trying your hardest to hold back moans and cries. You’re fucked so roughly by this fat, long cock. Each trust has you shaking, hands grasping for a hold as your legs lose their strength. Your walls flutter and clench on this invisible dick that ravishes your plush walls, ticking you so hard and fast you think you might just pass out. Despite its pulsing veins and intense pace, this…person…has no interest in your pleasure. Each rough thrust knocks against your cervix, stretching you out and leaving you screaming. It’s as if you’re being used as a toy. Just some inanimate piece of plastic for somebody to fuck until you’re both senseless.
When it’s done, you’re a mess. Chest heaving, flyaways sticking to your sweaty face. It’s crazy…sick, even, but as you stand up with trembling legs, you quietly hope this all happens again (and soon).
Don’t worry, it will ofc ;;)))) I bet if childe doesn’t use a condom his cum would be immediately absorbed and spit into your pussy too <3333 even better, what if a miscalculation occurs so that whenever childe cums all the cum is doubled or even tripled on the way to you? Ugh I just wanna be filled up to the brim with his cum is that too much to ask??? Yeah but anyways he would def become obsessed with that fleshlight and you’d be a mess every day because of it <333
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WAIT WAIT WAIIIIIT HOLD THE PHONE BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD... ⌚️ ANON DOES IT AGAIN
i think my favorite idea from all of this is the fact that childe would never be able to reasonably deduce that the toy is "connected" to someone else's body— who ever heard of such a thing? a fleshlight that's essentially connected via bluetooth to a real person's pussy?
yeah, right. as far as childe's concerned, it's just a little spell to make the toy feel more "lifelike," if you will— a little enhancement to take it from lifeless plastic to realistic pussy. he almost wants to say that he doesn't care about the specifics; why worry about the spell and any potential consequences when (a) he's already carefully inspected the toy and found nothing wrong with it and (b) it feels so damn good? it's easy to throw caution to the wind when you're enjoying something so much. as a result, he ends up using it whenever he wants and however he wants, regardless of where you are or what you're doing because, as far as he knows, you don't even exist, right?
alright, that's actually probably my second favorite idea, but it connects to my first favorite so it all counts. besides, this whole ask is My Favorite Idea, really. anyways, because childe is blissfully unaware of the fact that his new favorite toy is connected to you, he just goes at it basically whenever and without a single care as to what you may be doing. you could be at work like you were the very first night you experienced the, ah... sensation, you could be in class, you could be with people, you could be alone (if only you could be so lucky), and it'd all be the same to childe, who's just excited to get off after a long, long day of work. sure, some occasions are more... convenient for you than others, but you're always happy whenever it begins all the same.
it doesn't really matter to you that whoever's behind this... arrangement cares little for your pleasure because you still manage to find pleasure amidst it all anyway. maybe it's the simple principle of being used like a toy that gets you going— you're always fucked absolutely senseless by this foreign sensation until you feel your own juices drip down your thighs, pounded so utterly mindless you can hardly manage a word by the time it all fades away (a little too soon, if you're being honest). what i'm trying to say is that the absolute best part about this arrangement is the idea that you're totally and completely powerless to delay it or stop it; whenever it starts, you just have to try to enjoy yourself as much as you can regardless of where you are, what you're doing, or who you're with. sometimes you're lucky enough to be able to slink away to a bathroom or a closet, other times it becomes a test of will to see how well you can control yourself at work in front of customers or in class in front of your classmates.
hopefully nobody sees the large cum stain between your thighs when you stand up... this mystery sensation always leaves such a mess.
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retrogalwrites · 4 years ago
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Shigaraki x f!reader
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Title: “Wormhole hypothesis” / view on ao3
Warnings: noncon, dubcon, incel shiggy vibes, kurogiri’s suffering off screen because his quirk is used for this
Contents: wormhole sex, slight exhibitionism, fleshlight/onahole, vaginal sex, fingering, creampie
words: 918
It came to him like a roaring thunder, a brilliant idea, a moment of epiphany that had hit Shigaraki depraved mind in its purest form. It was an hypothesis at first, really simple in theory, that if Kurogiri's quirk could create warp portals, then what if Shigaraki asked him to create one that connected his fleshlight to your actual pussy?
Getting Kurogiri to give into his selfish, shameless demands was the easy part, now all the villain had to do was to wait for an opportunity.
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Shigaraki was positively filled with impatient anticipation that night, silently watching you from his spot behind the counter at the bar. He always had found your air-headed nature to be a blessing, for you seemed completely unaware of his attention so obsessively fixated on you.
Wearing a pretty outfit, like always, your exposed plump legs swaying back and forth with certain carefree childishness, you were casually lounging around with the others on the velvety furniture under the dim lights. You were just so cute, so ridiculously fuckable, Shigaraki had wanted you for a long time, wanted to drill his virgin cock into your tight heat over and over until he was pumping all of his cum into, make you into his own personal obedient fucktoy.
He perked up at the sound of your adorable laughter, it almost made him smile, until he realized that you were laughing at something Dabi had said to you. He felt that pang of jealousy, watching the ragged burned man clearly trying to work his charm on you, and Shigaraki knew it was time to put his experiment to the test.
Stealthily he pulled the fleshlight out of his pocket with one hand, while he slowly unzipped his jeans with the other. Taking advantage of the counter completely blocking his lower half from view, he pulled out his cock and stroked the hardening member while his gaze remained on your blissfully unaware face.
Shigaraki slowly slid one long, skinny finger into the fleshlight's hole, going through the warp portal inside of it, and instead of the plastic material he felt the gummy softness of real flesh, wet and hot against his finger. Just the thought that he was feeling your tight walls made him groan.
And the reaction he got from you was even better.
Your expression stiffened, confused eyes wide as you squirmed slightly on your seat. Lips parted, before you covered them with your hand as your cheeks turned red.
"What's the matter, baby?" Dabi asked, leaning in closer, staring at your face curiously.
"N-Nothing, I just...it must be my imagination, I think?"
"You babble some dumb shit sometimes, but that's a cute face you're making." The man laughed, and you smiled at him awkwardly. The exchange was enough to make Shigaraki's jealousy flare up.
He angrily inserted another digit into the fleshlight, and started massaging your soft, fleshy insides with the strong pads of his fingers.
Your reaction was precious, face burning red as you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud, thighs rubbing against each other. You expression teetered between confusion and embarrassment, but completely unaware that the sudden and completely unexplained feeling of intrusion inside your pussy was the real deal.
It was clear that you were trying to keep it together in front of the others, and that only excited Shigaraki even more. He couldn't wait any longer, his cock was hard and erect drooling thick precum from the tip, throbbing with the need to fuck the shit out if you in front of everyone.
Slowly, he positioned the swollen head of his cock against the fleshlight's entrance, and as he buried his cock into the hole, he was enveloped by the slick warmth of your raw pussy. He shuddered, his virgin cock taking in the completely new delirious sensation overwhelming his senses. He shut his eyes for a second, hissing through his teeth before he began thrusting into the fleshlight's hole.
Because of this, he almost missed the way you grabbed a pillow from the couch and completely smothered your face on it, trying to cover the shame on your face as you felt the very clear, very delicious feeling of something big and thick breaching your pussy lips and inner walls.
"(Name), are you okay? Does your tummy hurt?" Toga asked from her own spot on the other couch, she looked at you with amused concern. You simply groaned, which made her laugh. "Dabi, your flirting made her sick!"
"Shut up, crazy bitch." He scoffed, looking back at you, and asked. "You ate too many sweets again, didn't you?"
Shigaraki watched as you didn't manage to even muster a reply, not when you could feel your insides being scrapped by that foreign sensation that was making your toes curl and body to violently shiver with pleasure. The sensation that you didn't even know was his cock was making your mind go numb.
Shigaraki didn't last too long, his orgasm quickly building up after a few thrusts as he spilled himself inside the fleshlight, his sticky cum going straight into your welcoming womb, filling it up in thick spurts that painted your walls white.
Just as Shigaraki was pulling out his softening cock, you stood up quickly from the couch, with a red face and panicked expression, you rushed to the bathroom.
He grinned with manic glee, wondering what face were you going to make when you watched his cum dribbling down your thighs.
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softschnappi · 5 years ago
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TOADY IS WILL’S BIRTHDAY!!! So here are some ryers headcanons that I’ve been thinking about for the past few days in regards to Will’s special day...NSFW warning tho, mainly for the second one 
And honestly, I did not intend for these to be this long or to have spent 4 hours writing them...
1. As adults, Richie and Will live in a moderate-sized house in LA and the Losers and the Party don’t live too close to them (probably an hour drive to see Max, Lucas, Stan, and Eddie whereas others live across the country) so you can imagine they all don’t see each other at the same time very often. So, for Will’s birthday, probably his 30th, Richie invites everyone over for a surprise party which is extremely difficult to execute. Everyone has to fly/drive in and come to the house without Will knowing. Stan, Eddie, Max, and Lucas try to house everyone in the upcoming days depending on when the others’ flights get in meanwhile Richie has to fib and say that his work wants him doing the early shifts (which he booked off) so he can organize all the food and get the house situated but can still spend time with Will at night. On the day of, Richie’s “working the early shift” but before he leaves he makes Will a nice breakfast, fucks him real good (because there ain’t no way they’re doing it in the next few days), and gives him his presents which include some sex toys, video games, and artist supplies (because you can never have enough) and some cool dnd gadgets he’d picked up here and there. He leaves, and Will goes to hang out with Stan and Eddie at Disneyland (BEAR WITH ME I KNOW ITS A JUMP BUT ITS LIKE A 30 MIN DRIVE FROM LA) and they have lots of fun and blah blah blah and Will’s like I’m gonna get fucked so good tonight bc it’s my birthday and Stan and Eddie are like ahah yes absolutely!...but anyways they leave around seven because Will wants to have dinner and be with Richie so Stan and Eddie leave in their car and Will leaves in his then Richie texts Will to pick up some wine for them on the way home as a distraction so Stan and Eddie have more time to race to their house for the party. Everyone is chilling at Richie and Will’s house having some drinks and luckily you can’t see them all standing around because they have one of those beach houses that are on stilts or whatever. So Richie is keeping an eye out the window and once he sees Will’s car pull in he yells at everyone to hide. Then when Will comes in he greets him with a big hug and a kiss...but then Will goes for Richie’s belt and asks him to fuck him and Richie is literally like ajasshhfkaksh and tells him that as much as that sounds appealing...and coughs a couple times which was the signal for everyone to jump up and yell SURPRISE!!! and Will is fucking MORTIFIED that everyone just heard that but they all start laughing and it becomes the joke of the night. But Will feels so grateful to be with Richie and that he would do all of this for him and even get a couple pizzas, ribs, tons of alcohol, and a big Reece’s cake from the bakery down the street. Idk about what presents anyone would get him besides Bev making him something fashion related for him and Eddie definitely buying him a sex toy but yeah I have no idea about anyone else lol and this was super long but they all get drunk and have a great time partying maybe go skinny dipping because Richie and Will live on the beach and own a section of it...perhaps?
2. Okay NSFW warning again:
So Richie asks Will what he wants for his birthday (They’re living in LA and in their 20s) and Will is like hmm...maybe a new toy? And Richie has a lightbulb moment and he takes Will to a sex shop (Will didn’t know his plan until they were parked but Richie convinced him to go in) and tells him to pick out anything he wants and he’ll buy it for him. The store is a little bit busy and Will finds the whole thing so embarrassing, like, why couldn’t he just shop online? But Richie argued that shipping takes forever and there could be some hidden gems here. Plus, you get to see EVERYTHING. So Will is like fine okay and starts looking around, his face bright pink for two reasons: one because I mean he’s in a fucking sex shop and two, Richie is being really loud and is making comments on a lot of toys and Will wants to pretend he doesn’t know him but Richie won’t stop saying, Will? What about this, Will? You have to see this, Will! You should try this one, Will! And although everyone tells Richie he’s super annoying, Will’s never been that bothered by how much he talks, which is absolutely incredible to everyone else, but in this moment he really wished more than ever that Richie would SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. And once they’re alone in the aisle he tells him to, because he’s being embarrassing, and Will threatens to leave the store. So Richie does shut the fuck up, and lets Will look in peace. He already has a vibrator, a prostate massager, and Richie had bought him a fleshlight. He didn’t have anything specific in mind, just hoped that something would jump out at him. And there was absolutely no fucking way he was going to buy the dildo that laid eggs in your ass that Richie was waving in front of his face, or a spreading butt plug, or a dildo that attached to a dick (in this case, Richie’s) so that you could have TWO dicks in you at once, and definitely, definitely not an anal hook. On the other hand, Richie is loving this whole experience, watching as Will scans over all of the different toys, imagining which ones would feel the best inside of him...fuck. Will ended up finding a vibrator that you could control with an inconspicuous ring or even an app, and the thought of sitting on the couch cuddling, with Richie controlling his pleasure had Will biting his lip and Richie smirking behind him. Another contender was a stainless steel buttplug which was attached to a fluffy white bunny tail. As soon as Richie saw Will eyeing it, he begged him to choose it. Fuck, he would look so cute with it, so delicate. Maybe Richie could even get him some white lacey panties to go with it and- fuck. If Richie couldn’t get himself together he was gonna get hard. Not like it would be a surprise to anyone in here if they were to see him, it probably happened all the time, but Richie did not want to be that guy. And he could tell Will was liking it as much as he was, so he takes the toy from the rack and declares that he’s buying it, but Will argues that it’s his decision on what toy he wants, and Richie tells him that, baby, you can get two. But even though Will knows that they have good money, he doesn’t want to be greedy, and he says they can come back another time for it if he chose a different one. He questioned when he would even wear it since he would never wandered the house naked, and Richie explained that he’d probably have to cut a hole in some old pants and underwear to wear it around, trying his best to keep his composure as he imagined Will just chilling in one of his shirts (how big they looked on him made Richie melt every time) and this fluffy tail poking out the back of his jeans. But Richie put it back to make Will feel better, although he knew he was leaving with it one way or another. They go to the next aisle, and that’s when Will sees it. It’s a mutual masturbation toy, one that he and Richie would share, and holy shit did it look like heaven. It was a double-ended sleeve with a bullet vibrator on each side, and the description said something about feeling your cock sliding against your partners’ and how romantic it would be, and usually, something like that would make Will cringe, but thinking about he and Richie using this thing together had him snatching it from the shelf and pressing it to Richie’s chest, announcing that he’s chosen what he wants with pink cheeks and a grin on his face. And Richie’s like aw, aren’t you nice, wanting to share, and he knew how much Will whimpered when he was fucking into something or using a vibrator, and man, this was going to be fun. So Will made Richie cash out while he waited in the car because buying something from a sex shop is embarrassing in general to him, but even more so the thought of he and Richie going up together, and the cashier knowing that both of their dicks are going to be inside the toy that they’re scanning. Yeah, that sounded mortifying, so he’d much rather have the cashier only clue in that Richie’s dick was going get some action, as well as some other faceless dude. And while he was by himself, Richie went back and grabbed the butt plug, and bought them both. When Will tried to say something about it, Richie just said that he was allowed to spoil his baby and that was that. And obviously, they tried the toy out immediately when they got home because fuck it, it’s an early birthday present and holy fuck. Both of them didn’t last too long, but this was one of the few times that Richie came before Will. It was a mix of a lot of things that did it for him: The vibrations and tightness on his cock, which was sliding against Will’s, who was moaning obscenely against Richie’s lips, and he was making the hottest fucking faces, mouth slack and resembling an ‘O’ shape, eyebrows scrunched tightly together as he whined and looked into Richie’s eyes, and a few more looks at that pretty face had Richie coming, hard, into the toy and all over Will’s cock, who came mere seconds after. That sure went down in the history books for one of the best purchases they ever made. And they did use the butt plug a little later, Will looking, as usual, absolutely angelic with it. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t really a sexual thing. Sure, there was something filling Will’s ass, but he and Richie both enjoyed how adorable it made him look more than anything. They would be innocently cuddling and Richie would see that little tuft of white sticking out from his pants, and would begin to pepper Will’s face with kisses because he had the cutest baby in the whole world.
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nct-imagines-blog · 6 years ago
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1am (Yuta)
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Yuta x Lovestruck!Reader
Summary: It’s late at night and Yuta can’t sleep.
WC: 2.1k
Warnings: Giving oral, dirty talk, smut, angst, bad ending.
Ding!
You were snapped to reality from your computer. You looked down at your phone to see that your “friend” of sorts had texted you.
Yuta: Can I come over tonight?
You blinked as you looked at the message. You and Yuta had a bit of a complicated relationship. He was almost a sugar daddy of sorts to you, taking you on shopping sprees or giving you two hundred dollars every time you had sex. Part of you loved Yuta. Part of you wished you could have a deeper relationship with him, going on real dates and not just being a glorified prostitute to him.
You glanced at the clock. 1:53 am, it blinked. You sighed as you picked up your phone to text him back.
You: Yeah sure, you know the price.
You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, attaching yourself to Yuta like this. But god, every time he came over you felt good about yourself. Every time he took you to the mall. Every time you saw the PayPal notification that he had given you money. You felt good. But you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you’d feel better if you could call him your boyfriend.  You shook the thought out of your head. You were no more than a quick fuck to him. You were essentially a personal prostitute just for him. You thought about how just one year prior to this you were struggling. A waitress in a small cafe, underpaid and undertipped. Barely scraping by, that is, until he wrote his number down on a receipt.
Call me princess, I can make you feel good. He wrote, followed by his number. You somehow managed to keep the receipt at the very end of the night, and unbeknownst to him you still have that receipt, tucked away in the jewelry box on top of your dresser. It was like how girlfriend’s steal their boyfriends hoodies to always have a little part of them with them. Except you aren’t his girlfriend. And he isn’t your boyfriend.
You got up and closed your computer, getting into the shower before he arrived. You hurriedly washed your hair as you got out and lazily blowdried your hair, knowing that it didn’t matter to him if it was a little damp before putting on lingerie and makeup. Maybe he’d fall in love with you if you looked pretty enough. You opened the jewelry box, grabbing the receipt you got from him months ago and looking at his sharp handwriting. You sighed and tried to hold back tears, the unrequited love starting to get to you. You fanned your face and set the small slip of paper aside before putting on shimmery gold earrings. You made sure that the receipt was kept securely in the box before he arrived, imagine how embarrassing it would be if he saw it? You took a deep breath before looking in the mirror to make sure no stray tears had fallen and sure enough your makeup was still intact.
The doorbell rang not a minute later as you hurried to the door of your small apartment still in your lingerie. It wasn’t uncommon for you to answer in your lingerie, in fact, he liked it. He loved seeing the curves of your body in black lace.
“Hi princess.” Yuta mumbled gripping your hips and closing the door behind him. One thing about Yuta is that he does not waste time. Part of you hated that. You wished he would ask how you are once in awhile, or let you offer him a drink. You maybe thought it was because you were only looks to him, no more than a fleshlight he has to pay.
Yuta picked you up in the midst of your thoughts and set you down on the bed, kissing your neck, leaving dark hickies all along your neck and collarbone. You knew he only did this to turn you on, because if he didn’t you wouldn’t get wet enough for him to slide in. One hand that was gripped tightly around your hip made its way in between your thighs, gently rubbing at your clit through the lace.
His lips left your collarbone and made their way up to yours. You wish he wouldn’t kiss you, it would make everything so much easier. His lips moved in perfect sync with yours, making you feel as if you were all his. Yuta moved the fabric of your panties away, sliding one long finger into you. He pumped it in and out, wasting no time hitting the exact spot within you he had hit so many times before. Yuta knew every inch of you by heart, knowing which spots you loved, where you liked being touched, which spots tickled, and which you hated.
You moaned against his lips as he slid another finger in and curled them against your spot. Yuta bit your lower lip, drawing a bit of blood as he pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness.
He pulled away, his eyes filled with dominance. It was the only look you really knew from him. Even when you were out shopping with him, he always had this look in his eyes. It was as if he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He pressed his two fingers to your bottom lip.
“Suck.”
You obeyed Yuta’s orders with no hesitation, taking the two fingers into your mouth and sucking firmly on them, licking your juices off of him. He pulled his fingers out with a loud “pop” noise before going back to attacking your neck. His hands wrapped around your back, unclasping your bra as he worked on a hickey between your breasts.
Yuta threw your bra off the side of the bed as he kissed the valley in between your breasts before wrapping his lips around the hardening bud, teasing it with his tongue.
“Y-Yuta….” You moaned. He had gotten you extra worked up tonight. Maybe because your feelings for him were on your mind. You wanted to connect with him tonight. Or at least create the illusion of connecting.
“Yes, princess?” He hummed.
“I-I need you...Right now.” You gulped as he smirked. He knows what he’s doing to you. He knows he has power over you. You could tell by the smug look on his face and the dominance in his eyes that never left.
“If you want.” He chuckled, removing your panties and garter and bending you over. You could hear him unbuckle his belt and let his pants drop to the floor when you decided you weren’t going to get fucked like this. You had never looked him in the eyes while having sex before, it was always you bent over the bed. You wanted to feel close to him. You wanted to at least feel like more than his sugar baby tonight.
“N-No.” You objected right as he was about to enter you.
“No? You okay, ____?” Yuta asked as you turned around to look him in the eye.
“I wanna look at you.” You mumbled as he raised an eyebrow and shrugged. Yuta flipped you over so you laid on your back. He gripped your thighs as he opened them up before sliding in, starting to pound at your spot immediately. Your breath hitched as you shut your eyes tight because damn, did this feel different. Yuta wasn’t the only man you have had sex with, (but he was the only man who had paid you.) so it wasn’t your first time in this position, but it felt different with Yuta. Either Yuta was just better than any other man you had been with or the fact that you were in love with him influenced it.
Your arms gripped Yuta’s back as your long, manicured nails dug into his back. You moaned as he hit just the right spot within you. He had length and knew how to use it. One of his hands instinctively went around your throat as he gripped it, lightly choking you. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan.
“____, you know I don’t like it when you’re silent.” Yuta moaned in your ear. You whined softly before letting out a loud moan as he hit the spot harder and harder, obviously trying to get you off. The hand that wasn’t around your throat reached down to rub your clit violently, soft growls coming from his throat.
“Y-Yuta….” You nearly screamed, arms wrapped around him tight. You bit his shoulder softly as you reached your climax. You panted as Yuta pulled out, still hard.
“Knees. Now.” He ordered as you obeyed, opening your mouth as he slid his cock in, sliding down your throat and moving his hips as he just used your mouth. Him deciding he wanted head put a damper on your plan for “connecting” with him, but you weren’t really complaining. At least you were with him.
“God, Fuck.” Yuta moaned, throwing his head back as he fucked your throat harder. He tangled his hands in your hair, pulling softly. You couldn’t help but think about how pretty he looked at this angle and how his moans were more beautiful than any song you’ve ever heard.
“____, fuck, I’m gonna-” Yuta moaned as he finished down your throat. You moaned at the salty taste of his cum as he pulled out and panted. You took a deep breath and tried to catch your breath as you laid down in bed. Yuta put on his boxers and laid next to you, which was no big deal. He always cuddled with you at least a little bit after sex.
“We should’ve tried that position long ago.” You laughed a bit as you curled up into him.
“Yeah, we really should’ve.” He chuckles, that look of dominance not leaving his eyes as he stroked your hair. “So is it a two hundred dollar kind of session or shopping mall?”
You gulped. Every bone in your body knew it was so bad for you to go with spending the afternoon with him shopping. You knew you were just going to get more attached.
“Mall. I need new panties and you’re the only person’s opinion I trust.” You chuckled, grabbing his hand. Until you noticed something you had never noticed before.
“Yuta? Why do you have a gold ring on?” You asked, running your thumb over his ring finger and the expensive gold band that wrapped around it.
Yuta gulped as you looked into his eyes and finally saw an emotion other than dominance in his eyes.
It was shame. You saw shame in his eyes.
“Yuta... Are you married?” You could feel tears well up in your eyes.
“Yes, ____. I’m married.” Yuta admitted, shame lacing his voice.
“For how long?” You asked, sitting up and holding the blanket so it covered your chest.
“Three years.”
“Three years?! How have I never noticed this before?” You were beyond angry at this point.
“I always took it off before I came over. I guess I forgot this time.”
“You were having sex and spending money on me while you’re a married man! Get out of my apartment!! Fucking asshole!” You yelled.
Yuta quickly stood up, putting his pants on.
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize to me. Don’t bother me ever again either! Just pay me the two hundred tomorrow and get out of my fucking life!”
Yuta quickly got out of your apartment as you realized the consequences of what you had just done. Sure, he wasn’t using you to cheat on his wife of three years anymore, but you also just lost the man you loved. You buried your head in your hands and sobbed, realizing that you had just thrown away the best thing in your life. You were never going to see Yuta Nakamoto again. And just the thought of never feeling him in you again, never going shopping, never getting bent over by him again hurt. You tried to convince yourself it was for the best, but how good could the marriage be if he had a sugar baby?
You just sighed, eyes red from crying, and feeling the most empty you had felt in twelve months. You opened the jewelry box and grabbed the receipt, hands shaking from crying as you looked at his sharp handwriting. It was no longer a cute memento of your time with him, it was now a note of lies and deceit from a married man looking for a thrill. You laid down on the bed, hearing a little ding! from your phone. You looked over at it, clutching the receipt to your chest.
Yuta Nakamoto has deposited $200 into your account. The PayPal notification read. You just bit your lip, feeling the sting, knowing that was the last time you would ever see that notification on your phone.
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